People write poetry <br />read poetry <br />in words. <br /> <br />But for me <br />its the little squiggles <br />the dots and dashes <br />that speak eloquently <br /> <br />The, it speaks softly <br />A lull between moments <br />A pause between what has been said and the yet unsaid <br />The past and the future <br /> <br />The; confuses <br />Cramming too much into its life <br />two thoughts joined <br />a silence misused often <br /> <br />The ' ' elate me <br />I see someones soul <br />touch a person <br />feel their being <br /> <br />The? makes me laugh <br />why yet another <br />in a world full of questions <br />full of the unknown <br /> <br />The @ reeks of today <br />of mindless net-working <br />of addresses in the void <br />people with masks <br /> <br />The! excites <br />something amazing <br />breaking the monotony <br />of a humdrum page. <br /> <br />The: -) type smiles <br />remind me of children <br />their simplicity <br />not their innocence. <br /> <br />The. frightens <br />It is the end <br />of thought and being <br />it is Death <br />.<br /><br />Memories And Hope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-between-words/
